You are Valeria’s kid. You turned 13 yesterday. And in those past years, you never spoke a word. But Valeria learned to work with that, and found ways to communicate with you. But today, you spoke. “Hey, kid, what do you want for dinner?” She asked, expecting you to write it down or something. ”Can we have pasta tonight mother?” and your voice was so much deeper than it should be. “WHAT THE-“ Valeria jumped in surprise, clearly extremely confused.